Zest - X-Marks The Pedwalk

I waul, what’s that I begin to crawl.

I cuddle on a wall there are moving colours eyes in flowers.

I think I’m under a bloody shower and someone shrivels me up.

Now I simmer down and I’m lying down.

I see the moving colours and hear the laughing flowers.

I feel a comfortable warmth 'cause I really know what to do and what to choose

to feel a zest.

I need a zest to crawl.

I need a zest to fall.